Jackson Russo sat beside the Old Master, beads of cold sweat constantly forming on his forehead, his facial muscles twitching uncontrollably at the corners of his mouth!
This is what you call "not proficient"?
Playing Chinese chess, not even knowing the basics like "horses move in an L shape," "elephants move diagonally and cannot cross the river," and still having the audacity to say "not proficient"?
More like "completely clueless"!
Are you kidding?!!
Where does she even get this confidence?!
"Arabella… when did you start learning Chinese chess?"
Jackson Russo finally couldn't help but comment, covering his eyes, unable to bear looking at the absolute mess on the chessboard.
"Just a moment ago, when I watched your brother and the Old Master play a… half-game."
And really, just earlier, Joel Russo had picked up the half-game Jackson was playing with the Old Master.
"And yet you say you're 'not proficient'!"
